Luyện nghe bài hát The Fianna

When evening in was gray,
Before the dawn away,
Their on hills were heard,
On journey long a word.

From to western shore,
Through lair and hidden door,
northern waste to southern hill,
On woods they walked at will.

With and Oisin, dwarfe and man,
Bird and bough and in den,
warrior-druid folk,
In secret they spoke.

A deadly sword, a hand,
voice, a burning brand,
Their that bent 'neath their load,
warriors on the road.